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Haircuts At Home


A haircut at home, times have changed
Barber shops were the way to play the game
Cost was a factor
Not the only reactor
Haircuts at home, things are not the same

Categories: haircuts, time,
Form: Limerick

Back Porch Haircuts

I let you cut my hair.
Whether you were doing well
Or about to make a fool
Of your only daughter
Completely irrelevant
As I focused on your
Darting nervous eyes
The wrinkles in the corners
Tightening with ever pass
Of those clunky barber scissors.
I realized you had no idea
What you were doing,
But I couldn’t bring myself
To pull away from hands
That grasp frantically at

Categories: haircuts, 12th grade, child, innocence,
Form: Free verse

I Don'T Like the Look of Those Scissors, Darling

But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves, the honey
and dead days, my foes jaw-struck,
as the long-winded she-ass brays in my ear.
With influence silverish, drowning golden locks,
the egg-eating fish-god wins for a period
till dawn's yellow meets me at

Categories: haircuts, analogy, longing, moon, sun,
Form: Free verse

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Heisenberg

I’ve been cutting Peter’s hair for a year. When covid lockdown occurred, I learned to cut my brother’s hair - and yes, he still has two ears. When I first met Peter, he had a great thick tangle of unkempt black and, in certain light, blue hair. It was sexy as hell, in a lost

Categories: haircuts, boyfriend, conflict, fashion, school,
Form: Free verse

Humans-No Haircuts

Ah dearest animal
               Being a dog I desire
               Can't see to change tire

Categories: haircuts, angst, hair,
Form: Senryu

No Haircuts For the Duration

Alas, due to the insidious coronavirus situation,
The guv ordered barber shops closed for the duration!

Now, I suppose that is of no concern to a bald-headed bloke,
But since I still have a few strands on my skull, it ain't no joke!

What am I to do sans my barber deftly wielding his shears,
Taking some off the top

Categories: haircuts, angst, humor,
Form: Rhyme

First Haircuts

the barber's scissors:
                my breath lost as the last of 
his baby curls fell

Categories: haircuts, love, mother, son
Form: Haiku